The Kapoor mansion was alive with laughter, clinking glasses, and the warm hum of voices. A Sunday family brunch had always been tradition, but this one felt larger than life—business associates, relatives, and close friends gathered under one roof. The long dining table was covered in white linen, silver cutlery glinting beneath the golden chandeliers.

Prisha had dressed simply that morning, yet the pastel saree she wore made her look ethereal. She had even smiled a little, daring to feel like herself for the first time in weeks. As she stood near the corner of the hall, speaking with Riaan’s cousin Ananya, she almost forgot about the eyes that always followed her.